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Sep 2020
waste of time, waste of breath
inimical, i am, to myself--
what gentle ***** are you carving now?
or adjusting your machine, now resting
on the bed... the gentle *****
of your neck
pulsing with life.
bennu
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bennu  26/South Philadelphia
(26/South Philadelphia)   
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